Fuhrer, Fervor And The Masses Poem by Richard Weissman
Fuhrer, Fervor And The Masses
It is the one true path,
many paths are offered,
striking with venomed serpent lies,
imprisoning webs of black widowed malice,
infectious, destitution-breeding vermin.
Cold gaze round you - many on either side have fallen prey,
many others are still to fall,
be not among them,
cast down the proud eye and follow,
he is the way,
the only true path,
and you,
you have been chosen.
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